The Right To Die: who decides?

At Bromsgrove North High School, I remember Miss Jones asking us to debate this in class. Without parroting our parents, following political party lines or the rhetoric of the religious right(eous). I remember heated name calling, raging against each other, not the clear compassionate conversation she hoped for.

I don’t remember my thoughts at the time.

Now though is a different matter. I’ve had some intense personal experience with the question. Who decides to take a life? At what point is the machine unplugged and the spirit set free? Or do you see it as murder?
I’ve taken a moment, a question, a memory from my life and I sowed that seed in my protagonist Lucky and watched to see what Lucky would do. It’s not my story but it began with me. Now I ask the readers to let me know what they, you, would do in Lucky’s situation? Run away? Stay? Move into a longterm facility? Call the lawyers or the pope?

It’s not easy, none of it is. Lucky Shot  brings up hard questions for the protagonist but there is also some laughter amongst Lucky’s friends both new and old, there’s a journey across country, desire and the start of new relationships, and throughout Lucky finds a sense of community’s strength to relax into.

The novel hopes to start more open hearted thoughts for this taboo subject, lets talk, lets listen to each other’s stories. It’s not pretty, but death isn’t. It just is part of life. yet no one likes to talk about it and that’s hard, horrendous, when faced with these choices and you’re alone with them.


Random Tales (out on the road) – new travel stories

Yep, a quick press release and at another time I’ll add different chapters for you to read. Just thought since I have time, I’d put the word out. Let me know if you want to read more.

RANDOM TALES (Out On The Road) is a collection of essays, anecdotes, and monologues, written whilst exploring differing countries, cultures, and lifestyles. The rambling conversations follow the years Sarah Leamy spent traveling both alone, and sometimes with Daisy (the Duchess of a dog, a slightly overweight Border Collie).

     Have you ever wanted to know

– what it’s like to cross the States alone on a motorbike with stilts strapped to the side?

– what to wear to your first day at Circus School?

– how to make adobe bricks for the home you dreamt of building on your own?

– where the dirt roads of Southern Colorado will take your broken heart?

– what a chainsaw wielding 36 year old did in the aftermath of a Hurricane on Sanibel Island?

– how to keep your mouth shut when living at a Buddhist monastery in England?

– Or what seven thousand women do on camp in Michigan without any men around? 



Author:  Sarah Leamy (a.k.a. Sleam)
Publisher: Eloquent Books
ASIN: B004WG3F1E (Kindle Book)

From cleaning up a yard on Sanibel Island after hurricane Charley had strewn mayhem the length and breadth of Florida, in the middle of hurricane season, to attending her first day at clown school in the Honduras, Sarah Leamy (a.k.a. Sleam) is more at home living in the Ortiz Mountains of New Mexico with her “beloved canine friend”, Daisy, and her two “adorable” cats than she is in any over-refined (sub)urban setting. As uninhibited as she is free and easy in her lifestyle, she is one of a kind. A rambler at heart, starting out from small-town England to hitching all over Europe and the States, starting with her four main goals in life as “Travel. Dream. Write. Explore,” she shows how her on-the-road experiences cause her to transform her desire in life to finding balance, to being fearless, and to staying open to magic.

Apart from adventuring her way across the U.S.A., let alone exploring the highways and byways (both literally and figuratively) of Central and North America, she is forever searching inwards, taking a harder path than she ever has before.  Sleam doesn’t mind letting us in on the struggle that she has with quelling her innermost demons—which artist, after all, does not have some of those? A cross between a modern-day hippy and a backwoods girl, Sleam is as at home with a chainsaw in her hand as she is when penning her “sanity into potential mistakes of a cloudy creative judgment.”

Sleam’s relaxed, happy-go-lucky style of writing suits the dialogue that permeates her pages. Creative at every turn, Sleam questions her own thinking about, and perspective on, elements of her environment with unabashed and seemingly unquenchable vigor. Defiantly original, she is very much her own person, and is determined not to allow anyone else to mold her into their vision of what they want her to be. Only someone as avant-garde as Sleam could possibly include Leyendas de Guatemala, some erotica and The Tao of Pooh in their reading for the day. Her attraction to her companion, Athena, is poignantly conveyed in her telling of how she “woke me up to new possibilities of love and play, creativity and community.” As the collection of wayside encounters unrolls, so, too, does Sleam’s involvement with past affairs, but done in such a tasteful way that it could not give offence to anyone.

In short, Random Tales: Out on the Road requires that you enter into the heart of this adventure with no holds barred. Sleam requires little more from you than an attentive and empathic ear. Her ability to make friends along the way is one of this writer’s chief attributes. If you have an open heart and mind, do read these tales—they’ll be enough to rouse the wanderlust in any who are not moribund from the waist up. Girl, count me in!

Click Here To Purchase Random Tales: (Out On The Road)

First tempting read of the new book! A chapter at a time…



I started out with nothing. I still have most of it left.

Dad had met my mum in the sixties in the San Francisco bay. He was a 21-year-old army boy, she a street kid, following the hippie myth all the way from Higginsville, Missouri. One night. One kid. A lucky kid. That’s what they’d told me.

Dad did the right thing. Mum didn’t. She died when I was ten. That wasn’t part of the plan. Dad kept me. For a while. And then he couldn’t.

They call me Lucky. My parents that is, they called me Lucky when I was a kid. Anyway, there I was, in my late thirties, wondering what the hell to do with myself. My dad, my girlfriend, my dog, my job, and my best friend; all were gone. For one reason or another, I’d lost them all. I stayed in Santa Fe. I tried to work, to keep the homestead fires going, but, well, like I said, it was a rough year. I packed my bags, threw everything into the crew cab of my 1983 Nissan truck, and prayed she would take me further than Eldorado, the one in Santa Fe that is. With camera in hand, I looked for a new life.

Is this what they call a mid life crisis?

Books Books Books!

Hello folks,

This site is a place where over time I hope to condense all my marketing for the books I’m publishing, a place for links, reviews, comments, and updates as I go along with the experience of finding an audience base. Let me know if you have any ideas and suggestions. Thanks!

Lucky Shot – a novel about sex, death, and photography just came available online. Your local indie bookstore can order it for you. Want to review it? Get in touch.

When No One’s Looking – my first novel – came out last fall and is all over the web! I’ll post links and reviews later.

Random Tales (Out On The Road) is a collection of travel stories taken from my twenties and thirties when I crossed Europe and the States on my own, sometimes on a motorbike, other times with Daisy, a slightly overweight Border Collie.